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His breath came with a noisy quickness that brought the fact of his breathing insistently to Magee's mind. "I never knew how it was played," he said. Something told Mr. Magee that he ought to rise and drag Kendrick away from that table. Why? He did not know. Still, it ought to be done. But the look in Kendrick's eyes showed clearly that the proverbial wild horses could not do it then.
Kendrick's curiosity was as to whether she had been permitted to go to a hotel with white people. Old Dicey's place in the kitchen had long been supplied by a negress of the newer generation "the worst gossip and tattler in town," if you might take her mistress's word for it. Mrs.
"I suppose you think I might have investigated a bit for myself," said he. "But that's just what I don't want to do. I want to send a man up there whom the owner doesn't know; then we can get at things without giving ourselves away." The general manager inferred from this that philanthropy, not business interest, was at the bottom of young Kendrick's quest and his surprise vanished.
This fellow Starratt is rebating that's what he is!" Of course the street laughed. Kendrick's indignation was quite too comic, considering his own reputation. To this argument, those who held to the proprietor and partnership theories replied: "That may all be, but he wastes an awful lot of time in Starratt's office for a fellow who's so rushed with his other ventures."
Several hours earlier, on that same Christmas morning, Ruth had rushed into Roberta's room, crying out happily: "Flowers flowers flowers! For you and Rosy and mother and me! They just came. Mr. Richard Loring Kendrick's card is in ours; of course it's in yours. Here are yours; do open the box and let me see! Mother's are orchids, perfectly wonderful ones.
The ready pucker of the crowsfeet about those kind eyes put him quickly at ease, and as they sat on the "back piazza" that overlooked an old-fashioned flower garden they were chatting like a pair of old acquaintances. Horticulture was a hobby with Nat Lawson and Kendrick's intelligent interest in the subject placed them at once on a friendly footing.
If I'd 'a' knowed it was you as was chasin' me that's different, see." Kendrick's questions came in a fusillade. He was more than surprised; he was vaguely alarmed. Wade had said nothing about having placed one of the C.L.S. detectives at Sparrow Lake and the knowledge that such a course had been deemed advisable was disturbing.
The expression of heavy sadness on the Judge's face changed to one of bewilderment, and as he scanned the radiant countenance of Matthew Kendrick's grandson he turned suddenly pale with joy. "You don't mean " Then he comprehended that Richard was finding it as hard to speak good news as if it had been bad. But in an instant the young man was in command of himself again.
He suffered no pain, and it was with a sort of queer elation of mind that he felt the huge muscles of the negro swell and subside under him with the regularity of machinery, and knew that every movement carried him toward Kitty Kendrick and rest. He was strangely tired, but not otherwise uncomfortable. Thus they swung along until the negro's swift stride brought them to Mrs. Kendrick's gate.
Wingate studied the figures in the document he was holding for some minutes in thoughtful silence. The telephone rang at Kendrick's elbow. He picked up the receiver and listened. "That Kendrick?" a voice enquired. "Speaking," Kendrick answered. "This is Peter Phipps, from right away opposite. Say, I am told that John Wingate of New York is a client of yours."
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